Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Sprinkles Goes to New York City

This was a trip I did not go on, but my friend Sprinkles told me about it.

This is Sprinkles story.

Bretagne at World Trade Center, 2001
I took a trip last month with my mom and my dad.  At first I was very excited and happy, because they were both dressed in the blue pants with pockets and the boots that mean I am going to work or to training.  Either one is fine with me since I get to run and search and play with a toy.  We loaded up in the car, but instead of going to the fire station or Disaster City, we went to the place where the airplanes are, and we got on one.  So now I’m thinking training trip, new rubble pile, get to see some dog friends, and this will be fun, but that is not at all what the trip was about.

Courtesy of FEMA/Andrea Booher
It turns out that this trip was about something bad that happened 10 years ago, in a city that has lots of tall buildings, cars, people, and noises.  I noticed that the people talked different than they do at home. Most of the time, we were with firefighters. Some of them I know from back home, but there were a lot of them that I did not know.  Still, they were rubbing my fur, and some hugged me.  And they said something about how I reminded them of my sister, Bretagne, who they met 10 years ago.  She was my mom’s search dog before me.

So there was no training for me, and there was not fun and laughing and playing.  People were sad, and their voices were low and sometimes they were crying.  My mom had tears, and she was not the only person. I can tell you that some of the firefighters who hugged me had wet eyes and rubbed them on my fur.  I didn’t mind. This bad thing that happened was called “9-11” or “World Trade Center,” and even though I was not there, I should never forget that there were brave people and dogs who died helping others, and that I may have that same job one day.

1 comment:

  1. And if you have to go, you will be just as brave as they were.